I wonder at my being, the soul inside, the spirit
And slowed beating of my heart, the spastic neurons in my brain
Clenched fists, narrowed eyes, a sense of edginess, eagerness, restlessness
I allow myself to unleash the stirring inside
And I am wild and free and impatient and never so fine
I am stepping, teetering on the edge of this world, the wind in my face, forcing me to close my eyes and I am in love with the rough, untamed atmosphere

2.
I care to much or is it sometimes not enough
Four letter words like love and hate
I am burned bridges, shattered relationships, the fresh dew of love and a hand stretched outward
I take to the beating, every whim, of my silly heart
And disaster or perfection ensues
I care, I don’t care, I care, I don’t care
The daisy of my emotion grows weary and wilts
As its last petals are plucked for my idiot decision

3.
I see the insides of my mind
My foolish, entertaining brain and scattered thoughts
Spinning round, bouncing about my skull
Coloring dreams in fuchsia and lime
When I close my eyes, heavy, drooping lids
I see the most brilliant, ephemeral plays
Of color and shape and dashing pattern
Any movement of my eyes, any breathe I take
Shatters the illusions
And the pieces of intangible delight
Scatter and come back together
Creating new dreams, color crystals, unthinkable images